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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Diamond Pistols
Diamond Pistols
Programming
Cooper Douglas McGill
Cooper Douglas McGill
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cooper Douglas McGill
Cooper Douglas McGill
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
Christian Dold
Christian Dold
Songwriter
Justin Zim
Justin Zim
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diamond Pistols
Diamond Pistols
Producer
Cooper Douglas McGill
Cooper Douglas McGill
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Engineer

Letras

We packin' Diamond Pistols Ayy, look at that boy he lit, goddamn, he wildin' With your mami in Miami or an island Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin' South Miami hootenanny Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn, he wildin' With your mami in Miami or an island Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin' South Miami hootenanny (whoa) Got the fanny, she deserve a Grammy Lookin' for a mom like I'm lil' orphan Annie Or Bambi, I'm comin' for your family I don't want your bitch 'cause that ass flat, Stanley I guess she from the wrong part of Florida My whip, my cash, my bitch all foreigners (baby) I'm pourin' up, sittin' here ignorin' your bitch She at church and she say I don't go enough Snakes in the grass ain't slick, bitch, I'm mowin' up Kill the motherfuckers and the beat, call the coroner Everything be goin' up, I'm winnin' just for showin' up Gravy Train, bitch, yeah I got the secrеt formula, baby Ooh, ooh, ooh, Jesus Murphy Damn, why'd I have to snap? Why'd your momma's ass just give my facе a pimp slap? Goodness Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn, he wildin' With your mami in Miami or an island Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin' South Miami hootenanny Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn, he wildin' With your mami in Miami or an island Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin' South Miami hootenanny (whoa) Your mami always come in handy She said I'm a sweetheart, Yung Candy Tom Clancy, vag' vigilante Gravy get up in it, every nook and cranny (honey) I ain't gotta flex, baby, you know what I'm gettin' (whoa) Two new hoes, a seven and eleven New coupe, new shoes, thank you to my revenue Get the loot, tax haven, ass heaven Now we get the Fontainebleau Pitbull in this bitch, stackin' ends too Cuban dinner with your mom and her friends too Say that shit again, if your dad, then I can too You know what? Fuck that dance shit, drop some Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn, he wildin' With your mami in Miami or an island Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin' South Miami hootenanny Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn, he wildin' With your mami in Miami or an island Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin' South Miami hootenanny Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn, he wildin' With your mami in Miami or an island Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin' South Miami hootenanny (whoa)
Writer(s): Cooper Mcgill, Christian Dold, Matthew Hauri, Justin Zim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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